Rama beheld Bharata with matted locks and robes of bark fallen down on the ground with folded hands like the Sun at the time of dissolution of the world. It was really difficult to look at him. [2-100-1]
Born in the race of Raghu, Rama embraced Bharata and kissed him on his forehead. Placing him on his lap, he enquired thus with a composed mind : - [2-100-3]
You have come a long distance (from Ayodhya) to this forest, Oh ! Bharata It is a pity, dear brother, to see you after a long time, so emaciated. What brings you to the forest? [2-100-5]